↳ To me, of course. First, look at this cutie. Who could resist her? The smile Klaus gave Caroline after this so-typically-Caroline-facial-expression, was one of those he gives solely to her. It’s both an amusing and sad moment, because you can see in it that he missed this, that he missed her, but at the same time that he’s also aware he’s about to have to let it all go, perhaps for good this time around. Still, I think this nostalgic smile makes for a beautiful, true Klaroline moment, because you can see how much he still loves her after everything.
It's nothing she hasn't seen a gazillion times by now, but it never fails to tug at Caroline's heart, warmth spilling into her bloodstream like a drug.
Klaus has made himself comfortable on the chair he'd been slaying when Caroline shut the bathroom door, his back against the header. Eve, fed and changed into her onesie, is curled up on her father's chest while he reads her a story from her favorite book. Or rather, he pretends he's reading from the book, flipping through the pages so she can see the pictures and pointing things out to her all the while making up completely twisted versions of the fairy tales. Eve doesn't even care that a lot of what he's saying makes little to no sense, or maybe that's exactly what she loves about it. Klaus' story-telling talents fascinate her - which, Caroline has to give credit where it's due, is not by chance. The man does know how to tell a story, making full use of his flair for drama. Caroline kind of gets sucked into his fantastical, often age-inappropriate tales herself. The way words roll off his tongue like velvet in that accent is just magnetic.
Eve is fighting sleep already, heavy eyelids fluttering shut. Klaus flips another page, adds another absurd detail to Cinderella's story, and she finally seems to doze off, lips parting as she nuzzles her face against her father's chest.
- Little snippet of a ~Klaroeve~ outtake from TW3
[Happy birthday to ❤️Baby Eve's❤️ biggest fan, @enniec123! ✨]
Summary: Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.
[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Carolines hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.]
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Klaus had been a presence in Mystic Falls going on two years now. He didn't give any indication that he’d been thinking about leaving. Sure, he'd left a few times, and he'd spoken about wanting to hit the road once or twice, but not recently. Not that she knew of.
And why would you know about what Klaus is thinking?, a little voice that sounded a terrible lot like Tyler whispered in her mind as she did a bit of a risky move when she nearly missed a turn.
They were not friends, not like that. They didn't share, but they were, maybe... Friendly. Civil. Something. And she saw him just the other night, before prom. He was in a mood, but that's Klaus for you. Nothing out of the ordinary. By the time Caroline was done picking a dress, he was tame as a puppy. Or as much of a puppy as Klaus Mikaelson can ever be, anyway.
"You look ravishing," he said, his voice low and grave, dark eyes twinkling with something wild as he raked over her form.
That man did not look like someone who was about to skip town. There was not a cardboard box in sight. Not a suitcase lying in a corner. Not a painting had been taken down from the walls.
Her mind was racing with possibilities, but as soon as she crossed the gates into Klaus' driveway, she saw it. Workers, dozens of them, moving like ants, going in and out of the house, loading box after box into the back of the giant moving trucks parked outside.
Caroline's heart dropped.
She sat in her car for almost ten minutes, watching the men's organized march. They went in empty-handed, walked back out with a loaded box, some large enough to fit a grown person standing inside, loaded it into the back of the truck, went back in. They were so fast. Even with the amount of trinkets and secret trunks and dark objects and medieval torture instruments Klaus has, they'd be done soon.
He really was leaving.
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Canon-compliant, a dash of unresolved feelings, some hot moments and the goodbye scene we never got after TVD 4x19.
As always, yous comments, reblogs and kudos are very welcome and mean the world to me! ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy this one!
and i'd always be light years, light years away from you
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Elijah knew it was wrong.
His brother was happy, finally. For a thousand years that was all he had wanted, really. For Niklaus to find happiness — not gratification, not satisfaction or wicked delight at killing and scheming for power.
But actual happiness. The kind that made his eyes soften, that made him smile like he used to when they were humans.
And he had all that now. Whenever he was around Miss Forbes — Caroline —, he looked like Elijah had not seen him in a long while. Perhaps like he had never seen him before, truly.
Perhaps his brother would hesitate to use the word, but he was certain there was love in Niklaus’ eyes whenever they looked at her. Always searching for her presence in the room before anyone else’s. His eyes always darting to her face to catch her reaction, to seek her approval.
And she returned it in kind. With eyes rolls and occasional — well, rather frequent, truth be told — stern looks and those smiles… Niklaus’ breathing stopped for a second whenever she smiled at him like that.
And everytime it felt like a knife was being twisted deep into his stomach.
They were happy. And Elijah wanted that for them.
But shouldn’t he be happy, too?
A thousand years looking after his brother. A thousand years sacrificing everything for Niklaus’ sake… And where was his reward? Shouldn’t someone be looking at him like that?
… Shouldn’t she?
He hadn’t meant to care. Hadn’t meant to think highly of her. She was supposed to be a mean to an end… All that it mattered was the part she would play in his brother’s redemption.
He hadn’t seen it coming. These… These feelings. But after the late night talks after she had fought with Niklaus. After getting to know her… He understood what Niklaus saw in her. Couldn’t help but see it himself.
Bright and beautiful and capable of lighting the darkest moments, the darkest hearts.
She would smile at him and he would — for a fleeting moment — be thankful for her presence. But just for that moment before bitterness washed over him because her smiles to him were so different from her smiles to Niklaus.
Warm and friendly. Not secretive and with blushing cheeks or adoring eyes… Especially after the constant escapades to desert room in their house, where they didn’t waste time burning sage and Elijah had to fight down the urge to burn the whole town to the ground.
He would treat her well. Hell, he vowed he would treat her better than his brother — would worship her twice as much as he already did.
But she would still reserve those smiles to Niklaus only.
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Caroline had noticed it for a while now.
She had mistaken the warmth in his gaze as a sign he was warming up to her as a friend at first. But now she could see it was more than that. More complicated.
It made living with the Mikaelsons a lot stranger than it already was.
Elijah was supposed to be her ally. The person she could exchange exasperated looks with when Klaus was in his worse moods. But now… Every time she tried to do that, she couldn’t help but notice that he had already been staring at her for a whole other reason.
The friendly touches that had become normal for them, her hand on his shoulder as she wished him good luck to go deal with the witches… She had to restrain herself from being normal around him. She could see the pain in his eyes, how his fingers trembled.
And then there was Klaus.
The hardness in his look when he caught Elijah staring. The possessive grip he kept on her waist whenever his brother walked in the room… And to think she had once envied Elena. She didn’t want this, didn’t want to be the reason why they would fight.
But it was hard when just leaning into Klaus’s touch made Elijah look at her like she had slapped him. Made him pull away and stop talking to her and… And it was so frustrating because it just wasn’t fair!
She had come here for Klaus. She had stayed for him.
Klaus was… Difficult, at times, she had never denied that. But she had never offered Elijah any doubts about whether this was what she wanted.
Klaus was hers and she was his. And she hated that it hurt Elijah, she truly did… But this was the way it was always supposed to be. It was unfair to pretend otherwise. It was unfair of him to make her feel guilty for loving the man she loved.
It would go away, she knew. They had eternity, after all. And she was quite certain Elijah was more in love with the idea of her than actually in love with her.
A lot of people had done that in her life, after all. He wasn’t the first to create an image of her and then try to force her into it. It never lasted, this wouldn’t either.
Meanwhile, Klaus… Klaus knew her. Saw her. Loved her for it. For what she was rather than what he wanted her to be or thought she should be. He made her feel safe, he made her feel wanted. He made her feel like herself and like that was the very best thing in the world.
With Elijah, perhaps things would be easier, it was true. But he would never get it, not really. While with Klaus, everything else about him could be complicated, but somehow this was simple.
They understood each other better than anyone else ever had.
The balance between monster and human, light and darkness. Even when they didn’t agree, they understood.
She hoped Elijah found someone who did that for him one day, too.
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Strange how the tables had turned.
For centuries, he had always envied Elijah. He had always seemed to… fit. He made friends more easily; he actually cared about the women he invited to his bed. Their siblings didn’t hate him, didn’t blame him.
There were no whispers about how much of an abomination he was following him everywhere.
And yet now… Well, now Elijah looked at him with that envy Klaus knew so well. Looked at Caroline.
His Caroline.
She wasn’t Tatia, Klaus knew. She would never play both brothers along; she would never respond to Elijah’s affections the way he wanted her to. But it still made his blood boil in his veins whenever he saw the looks Elijah threw in her direction.
The longing and the pain — it was beneath him, really. For all his brother claimed to be the dignified one, he seemed to have thrown pride out of the window in favor of sighing like the heroes of the romantic novels they used to mock.
All to make her feel guilty.
Klaus hated that more than anything. That Caroline now felt like she had to hesitate before touching or smiling at him whenever Elijah was in that room. That his brother saw what he was doing and refused to stop it.
Perhaps it was hypocritical of him to call out such selfishness, but he was certain Elijah could be accused of the same crime. All these talks of uniting their family only for him to betray him in the lowest of ways.
Klaus couldn’t quench the anger he felt. Couldn’t stop this fire burning in his chest.
She was his. She had always been his.
Ever since she was a small town girl dying from a werewolf wound. When his brother wouldn’t spare her a thought, he saw her. He wanted her. More than anyone, more than anything.
That fury made him drag her into the few unenchanted rooms in their house. Where he knew that her screams of his name would echo down the hallways. And he fucked her again and again until she was hoarse and Elijah was leaving the premises.
She was his.
Caroline was his. And she knew it now, accepted it. Wanted it. Elijah would have to learn to live with it.
She was supposed to finish her school years at Hogwarts and get a job at the Ministry, work hard and maybe one day get the top job. She was supposed to travel and learn more about the rest of the wizarding world — she was American and she had never even visited Ilvermorny. There was so much to see, so much to learn.
But then…
Klaus Mikaelson had come in and swept her off her feet. They weren’t supposed to work. She was a Head Girl; he was constantly in detention for stealing books from the restricted section in the library. She had spent the better part of her school years despising him. He had spent them doing everything he could to get her attention.
It had worked. And she hadn’t regretted giving him a chance that day at Hogsmeade, when they had shared butterbeers and secretive smiles and stolen touches underneath the table.
He was everything she’d never known she wanted. Everything she’d never known she could have. He loved her, worshiped her. And then, even though she’d never taken a single divination class in her life, she suddenly knew that, no matter what shape her future would take, Klaus would be a part of it.
She was right.
And, though it hadn’t originally been in her plans, when he had gotten down on one knee all nice and proper like the muggle movies she’d forced him to watch had instructed him to… She had said yes. And she had never been happier.
Klaus knew what her ambitions were and he always supported her, and the allies that came with him being from one of the oldest wizarding families in Europe… Well, they had discussed all the political implications as he had promised her love and power in sweet whispers against her ear.
And things couldn’t get any better– or at least that’s what she thought before she found out about little Lizzie growing in her belly.
It was a shock before it became her greatest joy. Klaus had fussed over her all through her pregnancy, a look of sheer panic becoming permanent in his eyes. At least until their little girl was born. She didn’t think she’d ever seen such warmth in his gaze — even he, who refused to acknowledge he had a heart unless they were alone, couldn’t mask the love in his eyes whenever he looked at their daughter.
And everything was as it should be. Caroline had never known such joy. Her husband and her daughter and her work… Everything was perfect. Everything was as it was supposed to be. But perfection is fleeting, and soon enough it escaped from her grasp.
A dark wizard began to gain power. Silas. He swore to destroy all muggleborns and all the blood traitors, and there was little they could do except hiding away. The Fidelius Charm kept them safe. But with each passing day, their home felt more and more like a prison.
Klaus hated it, she could tell. She watched him play with Lizzie all day, and had him hold her all night. And she knew that, deep down, he hated this. That he was here, and not out there hunting down the man who dared threaten his family. And she knew — of course she knew — that it was only a matter of time.
Caroline wasn’t surprised when one day she woke up to his empty side of the bed, finding a letter in his place. But it did nothing to ease that pain in her chest or to stop the tears from coming. Still, she got up as if nothing was wrong and fixed Lizzie her breakfast, even as the knot in her throat kept her from eating hers. And all she could do was watch as her daughter looked around, big, curious eyes searching for someone who was no longer there.
Caroline takes the bracelet off the second she’s inside the cab.
Her fingers are shaking harshly, and the skin on her left wrist itches as if something is missing. She ignores it in favor of spouting the direction to Rebekah’s place to the driver. There’s this tugging sensation in her throat, the one she always gets when she’s about to cry but she’s trying not to, accompanied by a heaviness in her chest. It’s always been there, the weight. It never really left, but over the years she has mastered the art of pretending it isn’t there. Tonight it’s more pressing than usual, making her heave with every breath–sort of like the beginnings of a panic attack that never really occurs, only warns. She doesn’t know if she should be thankful for that or not.
Still, she’s Caroline freaking Forbes. She’s always known it was inevitable that they see each other again, with her being friends with his sister and said sister getting married next month. She wishes she had time to prepare, sure, but really given her luck it was only really a matter of time. She’s Caroline freaking Forbes. She’ll pull through.
“Caroline. I'm standing in one of my favorite places in the world, surrounded by food, music, art, culture, and all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you. Maybe one day you'll let me.”
Summary: Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.
[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]
Finale: All I Want Is Nothing More ✨
Their corner at the library has never felt so gloomy, they’ve never been this quiet. The librarian must be having a field day.
Not a single word has been uttered since the three of them took their usual places, half an hour ago. Elena has been updating the poll results on her phone every five minutes. She looks at it, scrunches up her nose and puts the phone away, screen down. It's all the reaction Caroline needs to know that they're campaign is all but dead. They’re over.
"I'll call it, then," Caroline finally starts after yet another long and sad stretch of silence, grabbing her own phone to check the results. She has to swallow back the tears when she sees the numbers on the screen. "Seventeen points," she speaks under her breath. This isn't just a fall from grace, it's fucking bungee jumping without a cord. "There's no way we can get back from this in time."
"I'm so sorry, Caroline," Bonnie says. "Enzo was my idea. I should've been more thorough with my vetoing process."
"It's not your fault, Bon. We all agreed he was a good idea."
"Fucking unbelievable," Elena spits out. If Caroline wasn't so despondent herself, she would be more shocked by the choice of words. It takes an ocean of rage for Elena to curse.
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Ta-da! Completed, at last! Can't believe I finished a multichapter that isn't The Wolf. 🥲 Thank you so, so much to everyone who read this and sent me messages and left me comments! You guys are awesome and your support was truly the reason why I kept going with this one!
Working on a new chapter of my Klaroline story, A Good Bet!
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Chapter 7
The doorbell rang, causing Caroline to poke herself in the corner of her eye with the mascara brush. Damn it. Now there was a goopy blob that looked like a giant mole. She normally applied a light coat just to look like she cared just enough about her appearance to avoid looking like an extra on The Walking Dead. It was a late night — between her shift and the drama with her patient and then that surprisingly tender moment with Klaus — she was exhausted. Unfortunately, she had to get ready for another shift at the hospital and she was running late.
With a sigh of irritation, she opened the door, still scrubbing at her face with a towel. “Look, I know we have an agreement, but I’m on the early shift and don’t have time for —” she stopped abruptly when she saw her mother standing at the threshold. Of all the crazy things that had appeared on her doorstep lately, this one was the most insane. She gaped at Liz, noting the slight tick of her jaw. Was she nervous?
“Why are you here,” she asked bluntly, not bothering to keep the bitterness out of her tone.
The stony silence raged on and on, an immovable wall between them. She’d been staring at it her whole life. Caroline squared her shoulders, mentally preparing herself for whatever horrible thing her mother came to say.
“Caroline. I’m standing in one of my favorite places in the world, surrounded by food, music, art, culture, and all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you. Maybe one day you’ll let me.”
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